fjordicswagger: (tamsin: girl talk [bo])
fjordicswagger ([personal profile] fjordicswagger) wrote2015-02-19 12:46 pm

Tamsin's House of Sharp Things And Presently Not Enough Alcohol, Thursday Evening

For a couple of minutes, Tamsin had contemplated the idea of just opening up Town Hall for the party, but... what would be the point in that? People were fired up on hormones, people wanted to get laid, you needed a space small enough to get 'em close together. So to speak.

Also, this way she got free booze out of the deal, so-- win win.

She'd hung the black sheets back in front of the large store windows (partly to keep the light out, partly so it was slightly less obvious the house was technically a shop she was technically maybe squatting in). She'd tossed a ton of pillows and an old mattress on the floor, since she didn't actually have a sofa, per sé. The rooms upstairs were... well, okay, they were rooms.

And there was a table for incoming booze. With solo cups. Of course.

Perfect. Time for a party. If anyone had seen the posters...

[[ ocd incoming... up! adults only party is a go! eta: i should probably note browse responsibly, since there might be hints of nsfw in the comments at some point, i have no idea how this post will roll ]]
filleauloup: (Wry Smirk ("Look what's become of me.")

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[personal profile] filleauloup 2015-02-20 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
That was a terrible idea. So naturally, Éponine thought about it for a moment and shrugged. "I don't see why not."

Hey, she'd never had absinthe before either!

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[identity profile] holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com 2015-02-20 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Pam dutifully produced a bottle of absinthe. "Oh, man, we should get some Bailey's in here," she said. "'Cause whatever the hell this tastes like, a bit of that coffee-chocolatey-whatever would add a nice kick."

Pam never met a bad idea she couldn't make worse.
filleauloup: ("I walk with him till morning.")

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[personal profile] filleauloup 2015-02-20 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Or that other coffee-flavored stuff, what's it called?" suggested Éponine, fumbling a bit with the cap of the schnapps bottle.

This could only spiral downward from here.